You and Your Teenage Son?

THE YOUTH OF TODAY!

(A Play on Words)

The scene: your house. The characters: you and your teenage son.

First Character: 

You lack motivation. You laze in bed all morning. When you do get up you spend hours and hours on the couch in front of the TV. You hang about on the streets and drink in all the pubs in the evening, stay up to ridiculous hours at those niteclub epicentres of sin. And when you do stay in, waste the whole night on your b****y mobile phone twittering, face booking,  surfing the Internet or whatever it is you get up to.

 You come and go when you please with not so much as a word. Your hair's too long. You play your music so loudly it makes the house shake. You don't help around the house. You don't talk clearly : I can't understand what you say - you just grunt in ever-decreasing monosyllables . . . and you put the phone down on your friends without saying goodbye before you've ended your conversations.

Second Character: 

Well - that's just your opinion son.